I was talking with my mom recently about remembering, and the limits of remembering, and the need to let go of some memories. What's the word for the bittersweet knowledge that even in a moment, the memory you're creating may not stick with you? If a scarcity of relics encourages reverence for the few remaining pieces, what does a glut of relics encourage?

Fall colors on our japanese lilac bush.

The beautiful 'products' that I create & sell from the farm have come to a close for the year. However, the garden itself offers much in the way of enjoyment and peace for the diligent observer.

A lovely cart full of dusty miller & amaranth, at our last delivery to Mayesh.

All practices ingrain habits and mindsets on us. Some practices we've created ourselves, with intention. Many practices we've inherited or absorbed from our families, friends, societies. It can be somewhat of a spiraling process, no? Whatever you center, you continue to be attracted to. It takes a lot of effort to center something else, but once you get in the groove, the momentum of the orbit can keep you in it with less and less effort (for better & for worse).

This is such a time of year for taking stock, and sharing. We're getting ready for some significant downtime, and some significant celebrating. I'm working on centering family and intimate relationships this time of year. I'm working on accepting the hard and sad and angering aspects of those relationships, as well as the joy and fun and light.